ROMANCE: The Bad Boy Meeting by Amanda Kevin Read Free Book Online Page B

grabbing her work bag and heading for the door. She wasn’t going to sit around and wait anymore. She needed to tell Jean that it was just a mistake. She wasn’t going to let anything like that happen again. This job meant too damn much to her.
                  She drove to work, turning on some music to distract herself. The only problem was that every single song that came on seemed to be some sort of love song. With a frustrated grunt, Kate pushed the button and turned the radio off. She wasn’t going to listen to some whiny song about an emotion she wasn’t even interested in.
                  Kate pulled into her parking spot, glad to see she still had one. Jean seemed like the kind of guy to act fast. If she wasn’t welcome anymore then her sign would have been torn down and another put in it’s place. She started towards the side door that led to the office but Mike, the bouncer, was standing there and shook his head, pointing to the front door instead.
    `              “Go to the Alexander room.” He instructed.
                  All the private rooms were named after famous people in history and the best one was the Alexander room, after Alexander the Great. It was fitting. She nodded and went through the main entrance, walking down the long, tiled hallway before slipping into the room. The second she did she was met with the sight of Jean, sitting on the long, leather couch, a thin cigarette in his hands.
                  He looked a little disheveled. His hair was in his eyes and the first two buttons of his suit were undone, his tie wrapped around his neck but not secured. His eyes were watching her intently and she had the sudden overwhelming feeling of arousal paired with intimidation. It was an odd combination but it worked wonders on her.
                  She waited for him to speak and when he didn’t she cleared her throat “Jean...I’m really sorry about what happened with Marcus. I know it was completely unprofessional and I didn’t mean for it-”
                  He raised his hand, cutting her off without using any words. He pushed himself off the couch and walked over to her, eyeing her up and down “That’s not what I want to hear.” He said simply, voice stern and steady.
                  “What...Do you want to hear, then?” She whispered as he approached her.
                  His gaze was steady and unwavering and the way he looked into her eyes made her feel as if he could gaze into her very soul. It was absolutely nerve wracking and somehow erotic. He seemed to be good at pairing those two emotions together. Kate swallowed hard and looked away. Jean rested two fingers under her chin and guided her eyes back to his “I want to hear you moan.” He whispered, leaning down and claiming her lips.
    His kiss was very different from Marcus’. Marcus had kissed her in a way that made her feel swept away in romance. The flowers had been a nice touch too.
                  Jean’s kisses felt possessive. Like he wasn’t going to give her up without a fight. His kiss left her breathless and when he pulled away she fell forward, her hands pressed to his chest. The world was spinning and she looked up at him, wide eyed. She was having a hard time taking all of this in.
                  He reached up and stroked her cheek “It’s incredible.” He started “You have no idea the effect you have on men, do you?”
                  “I...Always thought I was pretty average.” She murmured, looking up at him.
                  He chuckled “Far from it. You make men want to move mountains to get to you.”
                  Not to mention he was suddenly willing to fight his best friend for her. There had never been a fight before. The women had always been something that had been shared. Even the ones they loved. Nothing had come between